"I also know that you have not the smallest intention of marrying him." She frowned, but did not contradict him.
He continued with considerable assurance: "He is not the man to make you happy, and I think you know it.

My only wonder is that you didn't realize it earlier--before you became engaged to him." "My engagement was only an experiment," she said quickly.
"And therefore easily broken," he rejoined.

"Why don't you put a stop to it ?" She hesitated.
He bent towards her.
"Do you mean to say that he is cad enough to hold you against your will ?" Still she hesitated, half-afraid to speak openly.
He leant nearer; he took her hand.
"My dear child," he said, "don't for Heaven's sake give in to such tyranny as that, and be made miserable for the rest of your life.

Oh, I grant you he is the sort of fellow who would make what is called a good husband, but not the sort of husband you want.

He would keep you in order, shackle you at every turn.